A Hive Where The Stars Shine, Trapped In Honey

Like bees in a hive

We are too close

(Our breath mixes in twists and swirls)

Too ordered

(Our fingers lace uncomfortably)

 

Like a breath of wind

We are too little

(We barely count as anything)

Too much

(We set the world spinning)

 

Like the stars

We are too distant

(Our minds are the chasm between us)

Too beautiful

(Our hearts break daily, nightly)

 

In the warmth

Of a sunrise that makes me think of you

I wipe the honey

From my salted eyes but still

I cannot get out.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

I thought I'd reviewed this, but apparently not.

I love the similie of being like bee's, it's so surreal, but so apt, the images you create are beautiful, but sad. And that last line, it hits you and makes you go back an reread...